[hider=Andiira Dradssen] [CENTER][I]Character Theme –[/I] [URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB73BG1ri_s]Unleash the Magic[/URL] ..... xD -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [IMG]http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt152/Yzan/Fe-Pyromancer_zps75a4p6h2.jpg[/IMG] Andiira has red hair, red eyes. Some call her Daedra offspring behind her back due to her looks. She stands at 5'8", weights around 150lbs and has a slender form. She doesn't have much of a chest development (to her great dismay). Both of her ears are pierced and normally wears a loop in each. Her usual attire is a black and red cloth and leather dress with loose fitting arms, a corset and a knee long free flowing skirt. Her corset has a pattern resembling the flames that she produces with her wild and unpredictable magic, being resistant towards flames. She wears plenty of arm and wristbands made of gold and silver along with a jade ring on her right hand. Part from her jade ring, none of her other ornaments does anything to increase her magical powers. Hanging around her neck and down into her corset she carries a necklace given to her by a bygone girl. In the necklace there are two images, one of the girl and one of herself in her young years. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【[U]Full Name[/U]】 [I]Andiira Dradssen[/I] 【[U]Alias[/U]】 [I]A.D, Red-Eye, (Daedra offspring)[/I] 【[U]Race[/U]】 [I]Imperial[/I] 【[U]Gender[/U]】 [I]Female[/I] 【[U]Age[/U]】 [I]17[/I] 【[U]Sexuality[/U]】 [I]Bisexual[/I] 【[U]Birth Place[/U]】 [I]The Imperial City[/I] 【[U]Nation/Allegiance[/U]】 [I]Independent, pro-imperial[/I] 【[U]Profession[/U]】 [I]Blacksmith and mage apprentice[/I] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【[U]Personality[/U]】 [I]Andiira is unpredictable, prone to attacks of rage and benevolence in equal measure. In one moment she might be tending to your wounds just to sear your skin if you offend her. Used to being teased and bullied for her appearance, she has grown quite easily offended and lets out her anger easily. Behind her rage though is a kind and quite shy person. She creates as wall of fire to push anyone away, but is not against friendship. She is not a follower of any faith, thinking that the gods has abandoned her, even though she accepts their existence in the world as a fact. She is not too used to speaking to others since most leave her alone deep in her scrolls and books or at the forge.[/I] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【[U]History[/U]】 [I] Andiira was born in the Imperial city as a lowborn commoner, daughter of a prostitute, or courtesan as her mother calls it. She never had any luxuries in her simple upbringing but she had her mother’s love, so that was always something. While her mother was working, Andiira often snuck out to the forges of the city, the fire and sparks fascinating her. She could sit and stare into the flames as the smiths worked their craft. It was amazing to her how a lump of useless matter could be turned into something as splendid like a necklace with gems imbedded into it. It did not take too long until Andiira became the shop mascot, running around the place, carrying whatever she was strong enough to carry around, even if was just a tankard of ale for a thirsty smith. She liked to help out at the smithy; it took her mind off other matters. It was an atmosphere that she loved. The heat, the constant striking of metal, the friendly attitude of the smiths, it was so different compared to how it was at home. At home, things were rough. Andiira lived in the brothel her mother worked in so she had to make up for her living there. While she was not old enough to sell her body, she could carry water around, manage the desk if she needed to, and empty the latrines, all the glorious jobs that had to be done every now and then. She was looked down upon by a few of the other ladies there, but more than that she was shunned by the other children. Her red hair and red eyes stuck out like a sore thumb in the Imperial city and made her a target of teasing. While it wasn’t too bad, it was when her latent magical powers manifested that it became a horror for her. A customer was trying to get into Andiira’s skirt. Being much older and stronger than her he overpowered Andiira. No matter how much she struggled she could not get him off, at least that was until the man’s clothes started burning. She had no idea of how it had happened but in the palms of her hands were tiny flames that was scorching the man’s skin and burning his clothes. In her young mind, filled with fear and contempt she kept the flames going and the man burned to death while screaming, calling the entire brothel to attention. While the guard had let her off the hook for the killing of the man, it had not escaped the memories of the customers, children and the working ladies (and men). Andiira became more and more isolated from the others and the children started mocking her, calling her Daedra born. The fear of magic was strong in this part of the city, especially after the recent Skyrim incident along with the Dominion making small incursions into the Empire. Combine all that with rouge mages, Andiira became a feared existence in the small brothel. The last refuge she had was the smithy, they had even started teaching her basic forging methods and she poured her entire soul into learning all she could from them. A few weeks after the incident at the brothel she was approached by a man in robes. He said he was from the Collage of Whispers and that she had been sold into their service by her mother. While she was technically a slave, she was almost as free as anyone else. She was not allowed to leave the Collage building nor contact the outside. It took about a year of her servitude (and a few incidents) until they finally started teaching her magic. They decided for their own safety that she had to be trained to control her flames as they were growing in strength and heat as she went through puberty. It even amazed her teachers how adapt and quick to pick up on the element of fire she was. However, she was pretty much useless when it came to any other type of magic not related to the flame. She trained, studied and kept up with her blacksmith work until the day she was awoken from a horrible nightmare by a hammer-wielding being, leaving a mark on her chest. She is convinced that it’s a sign, and a sign never to let her hammer stray from her side. [/I] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【[U]Skills and Abilities[/U]】 [I]She is a trained blacksmith, using her magic to heat the forge to increase the durability and sharpness of what she makes. Her magic is destruction, alteration and a bit of enchanting, mainly focusing on pyromancy and the alteration and manipulation of metals. Part from that she knows the basics in cooking, herbal lore, alchemy, all the basic things that a mage needs to know. She isn’t special in any way or form, neither has she bothered to learn more.[/i] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【[U]Weapons/Tools and Magic[/U]】 [I][u]Weapons/Tools/Armour[/u] A simple quarterstaff she mainly uses as a walking stick. She carved it herself from a birch branch, just stripping off the knots and treating it in oils. She almost always carries her trusty forging hammer on her person or in a purse which can carry about thrice as much as it seems to be able to carry. [u]Magical Spells[/u] She knows the spells of flames, firebolt, fireball, firerune from the school of destruction. From the school of alteration she knows; oakflesh, candlelight, stoneflesh and telekinesis. From the school of enchantments she knows enchantments based around fire.[/I][/center] [/hider]